BansheeKiss

I want a pair of jeans and a top and a belt and earrings and bracelets in every color of the rainbow. I want to paint my eyelids a different brilliant color every day, and sprinkle them with sugar glitter , so that they shimmer with a brilliance so blinding it makes you dizzy to look at. I want to burst with this golden swirling joy inside me, drench the world around me in my glow and remind the world that life doesn't suck, that no matter how bad it gets there's always something to be happy about. I want to be like a banshee, mad and wild, with wicked blue hair and sharp little teeth and a Cheshire cat grin. With a vicious delicious siren song dancing in my belly, glittering in my throat, spilling sweet and bladed off my tongue. I want to turn cartwheels in the middle of the street, cackling madly, just for the wicked fun of it. I want to screech and howl and laugh, just to hear my own sweet voice, just because I can. I'm in a very strange mood tonight, but it's making everything around me pretty. From my mama's sleepysweet smile, to the brilliant glittersharp blue of my room drenching my skin, to the way the glittering rainbow eye on my desktop makes me want to smile, open my mouth and croon until it stains the air hellbright pink with my giddiness. I feel mad tonight, drunk on sensation and swimming in a glittering, twisting, candy glossed sea of mischievousness. I FEEL like words like voracious, glitter, sugar, and wicked. Not their definitions, no, the words themselves, the way they feel sliding redslick and and sharply delicious off your tongue. Did I mention I'm kinda sick? And I don't mean in the twisted, warped razor blade smile kind of sick. I mean literally. My head and throat have been killing me for two weeks. But that's ok. As long as I have my golden supernova of joy in my belly, I'll be ok...